Waffle Batter - Screwed
Lyrics
Fuck them niggas we live
Just left some blood niggas you know call ever spot they in the bee hive yea
Broke a bag in the days inn charged a nigga 60 dollars for a zip
Thats was round the start of the twenty five dollar three five
So its none but a kap off everything
Gave the game a promise ring
I stop fucking round when I make enough to make a change
An them couple hundred thousand start to look like chump change
Baby Glock got dump range my bitch dont wear concealer
She just kill with her bare face an she out here kicking her own game
Blowing out a Raw to maintain
Fuck the laws and free my bros out the chain gang ya they did heinous things
But it wasnt no picket fence just some partments with no Luke Cage
Im from down the street where they sell cook and shoot in veins
I was pose the loose but the sun shinned and still rained
An thats that pain on me why you changed on me
Showed you love you didnt show back for show and tell I guess I came early
Life gone throw you pain your future deserves it its just means you worthy
Trust your process success is never came early
So Im up to four am while still praying I rise working
Never take this shit for granted know Im here for a purpose
Its always hard to a stay grounded when you never feel earthy
Just thoughts of a giant amongst these peons on the surface
Writer(s): Pamela Parham, Quest Parham
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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